Essay: The Portrayal of Women in Cupid and Psyche

Venus Punishing Psyche with a Task by Luca Giordano (ca. 1692-1702)

The portrayal of women in stories and literature has evolved drastically since ancient times. In ancient stories and literature there is a pattern of women being portrayed as weak and naive as well as being made out to be slaves to their baser instincts. This pattern is a testament to the low status that women held in Ancient Greek and Roman cultures. Aristotle, one of the world's greatest philosophers even once claimed that women were in fact "deformed men". In the Cupid and Psyche unit, two of the main characters Psyche and Venus are women, and even though the play a large role in the story, the ancient attitude of the inferiority and weakness of women is readily present.

Throughout the story Psyche is presented as a woman of astonishing beauty. There is even a section in the story dedicated explicitly to describing how people abandoned their worship of Venus, the goddess of beauty, and began to worship Psyche as though she were a goddess. While heralding Psyche for her incredible beauty may seem positive, the mention that she had caused people to abandon their love for Venus, one of their gods, incites ideas that she is a seductress, a trait that is not highly viewed in classical societies.

Beyond Psyche's beauty almost no other positive characteristic is described about her. Instead she is portrayed as a beautiful but naive, disobedient, and weak woman. Her husband constantly has to warn her not to believe the words of her sisters (who are also interestingly enough portrayed as the bad guys of the story) and not to try to find out what she looks like. She seems to have no thoughts of her own except to willingly believe what everyone else tells her. Every time she is faced with a problem her first instinct is to weep until someone comes along to solve it for her. This is so clearly a representation of women in society at the time. They were regarded as property, as serving no real purpose except to carry children, items to be seen and not heard.

Even being a goddess, Venus, the other major female character in the story, could not escape a negative and misogynistic portrayal. She was made to possess all of the qualities attributed to women which Psyche did not fulfill.  Venus was jealous, vindictive, and irrational. Beyond being weak and stupid, women in Classical societies were thought to be slaves to their base instincts, basically animals. The characteristic possessed by Venus in this story, directly corroborate that ideal. Upon seeing Psyche, Venus is so full of jealousy she immediately seeks to destroy her. She devises a plan for Psyche's demise and charges her son with the task, and when her son goes against her wishes she proves to be vindictive and violent. There is nothing positive about Venus's character in this story at all.

Throughout the story of Cupid and Psyche, the only positive characteristic attributed to any of the female characters were their beauty. Even that concession however is riddled with negativity as it ends up being the major source of strife throughout the story. The portrayal of the female characters in this story is a true testament to the misogynistic and patriarchal culture of the ancient Greek and Romans.

Links: Reading unit: Cupid and Psyche
Psyche's Beauty
Psyche's Husband Warns Her
Venus and the Goddesses
Venus and Psyche

Week Three Storytelling: Monster-in-Law

Roman Temple of Aphrodite

My hair was being pulled. Hard. Any harder and my hair was going to come out, I was sure of it. I let out an unladylike grunt as the woman manhandled me, dragging me inside of the temple. The woman yanked me to a stop, and I stumbled, bringing my arms protectively to my stomach in case I should fall.

Well, not quite the welcome I'd hoped for, I snorted to myself. When you're entering the temple of your mother-in-law, you're usually hoping for something a little warmer, but then again my mother-in-law was currently on a mission to kill me, so what did I expect? Venus was mad, and by mad I mean furious that her son Cupid had married me. (She has some sort of jealousy thing because I'm a little to beautiful for her liking, plus I'm a mortal. Ya know, the normal family issues).

Speaking of Cupid, where was that drama king anyway? I'd been looking for my impossibly angry husband for days, while simultaneously trying to prevent Venus from killing me.

Ugh, men. You have a couple little doubts when you realize you've never seen your husband's face, and suddenly its the end of the world. I mean, sure, in hindsight the whole 'he could be a giant killer serpent, so I'm gonna bring a razor to bed with me' thing may have been a little melodramatic, but it was a one time thing! Sue me. 

But here I was, in this stupid temple and in a completely desperate situation, about to beg Venus for mercy and forgiveness. I hugged my belly a little tighter, wishing I would feel that comforting flutter of a kick to know my baby was still here, that he was okay, that he was on my side.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my precious daughter-in-law." Venus stalked toward me, her voice dripping with sarcasm as her face twisted into a smirk. Oh good gods, here we go. "Come to beg me at last have you? Or are you just here to see your husband? No matter really, I have plans for you anyway."

"Goody," I said flatly. So this is where my husband has been all of this time. Of course.

"Look at this girl. Coming here, practically parading her pregnant belly around, trying to rub it in my face that my stupid, stupid son has fathered a bastard." Venus addressed her servants.

In my defense, I was hardly parading my pregnancy. Being 8 months pregnant is a little hard to hide. Leave it to my mother-in-law to exaggerate wildly though.

"Don't even bother thinking that there is a hope in the world of me allowing that child to be legitimate. You'll be lucky if I even let this monstrosity be born." Venus went on cruelly. I hugged myself tightly, tears pricking my eyes. Buck up, Psyche, now is not the time to be getting all hormonal. I schooled my features, steeling myself against her hateful words before shooting her an icy glare. If only looks could kill.

My silence infuriated Venus, and suddenly she was attacking me, ripping at my hair, tearing at my robes, screaming in rage. I hunched protectively over my belly, curling into myself, trying only to protect my baby. Tears streamed down my face. She stopped finally, as quickly as she had started, and stepped away from me, disheveled and breathing hard. She spoke to one of her servants who ran to the kitchens to do her bidding. She stared at me coldly, until they'd come back, heaving a giant bag. "Sort these," she motioned toward the sack. "Before the evening is done. Show it to me for approval." Then she turned on her heel and took off, her servants hurrying after her.

I stood there dumbly. I was bruised, bleeding even. My clothes were tattered. What had once been a beautiful draping of sapphire silk, now hung around me in limp tatters. I stepped towards the sack, peaking into it. You've gotta be flippin' kidding me. Beans. The bag was full of beans. At least 10 different kinds. Venus wanted me to sort a giant sack of beans.

I was suddenly exhausted. The kind of exhaustion that extends all of the way to your bones. My arms and legs felt like lead. I sank to the ground, sighing a breath that ended in a sob. This was asinine. This was literally completely insane. I was sorting BEANS for my psychotic monster-in-law in the hopes that she would decide not to destroy my life, my marriage, and my child. If I didn't love my stupid, impossibly aggravating husband so much, and if I weren't carrying his baby, I would just let her destroy me. But I was in love with him, and I was carrying his baby. This precious, lovely baby I was carrying. This tiny child who comforted me with his kicks, who promised to be everything I had ever dreamed of. I would do whatever crazy thing Venus demanded of me for this baby.

I began sorting. It was slow work. I would never finish in time. But then I heard a small cough. I looked up and a child stepped out of the dark corridor leading to the kitchens. She walked toward me, looking at the sack with a pitying glance. "You'll never finish that. You better let me help." She hesitated for a moment, then held up one finger to me, signaling that I should wait, as she ran back to where she'd come from.

She came back quickly, bringing with her a hoard of other children, all varying ages. They sat down close to me, and wordlessly began passing the giant sack around until everyone had a heaping pile of beans. And then we all began to sort. Maybe I'll make it out of this ridiculous mess after all.

Authors Note: Okay so my main problem with the Cupid and Psyche unit was that as much as I wanted to really like Psyche and really root for her, she didn't seem to have much of a personality. She doesn't really think for herself and frankly, she's kind of a cry baby. I'm all about strong female characters. I like to read about women who are smart and courageous, who think for themselves, who don't whimper and simper and wait around all day waiting for someone else to give them the answers. One of my favorite scenes in this story was when Psyche finally goes to Venus to try and get everything figured out. I wanted to portray this scene in a different light though. I really wanted to turn Psyche into a strong character, someone with a personality, with opinions, and a lot of self respect and confidence. I also thought that if I was going to make Psyche more lively and outspoken that it would make more sense to give the story a more modern type of feel and attitude. So this is my take on Venus and Psyche. Thanks for reading!

Bibliography: Venus and Psyche, Apuleius's Golden Ass translated by Tony Kline (2013).

Reading Diary B: Cupid and Psyche

Okay so I liked the Cupid and Psyche unit, I particularly loved the second half. The episodes of the story where Venus sends Psyche on all of those crazy tasks was really fun to read, particularly because many of the tasks are familiar to me from modern fairy tales. The first task given to Psyche by Venus required her to sort a bunch of beans into their particular types. This is very similar to the task that the step-mother in Cinderella forces Cinderella to do if she wants to go to the ball.

Depiction of Psyche entering the underworld
in Psyche aux enfers by Eugene-Ernest
 Hillmarcher (1865)

I liked how the story portrays Psyche as very determined. She is able to complete all of the tasks (with some help from animal friends), all of the while she is desperately searching for Cupid. I particularly liked the final task given to Psyche. She is to travel to the underworld to obtain a bottle of Beauty from Persephone. There were so many stipulations that she had to follow in order to ensure her safe passage back to the world of the living, and she was prudent enough to follow all of those without question or hesitation. That shows determination. But she couldn't seem to resist opening the jar of Beauty even though she was warned not too. Honestly that kind of annoyed me. I mean, come one. You make it all of the way back from the Underworld with literally only one thing left to do, and you can't manage to do it? She's already the most beautiful woman in the world, why is she so willing to ignore the warning to potentially get just a little bit more beauty?

Also there is just one thing that I could not get over in the story. Psyche cried the entire way through it. Honestly, drives me nuts that women in ancient literature are always crying. I mean, come on. Toughen up. I would love for there to be a remake of this story where Psyche is just a little bit less emotional, and a lot more rational.

Reading Diary A: Cupid and Psyche

This reading unit (Cupid and Psyche) is really cool so far. I love that this is considered to be the first fairytale. The similarities to Beauty and the Beast are so easily apparent. I particularly like that episode of the story Psyche's Husband Warns Her of Danger as well as Psyche's Husband Revealed.

Psyche and Cupid depicted in Psyche et l'Amour
endormi by Peter Paul Rubens (1636)

After the Psyche sees that her husband is Cupid and not some monstrous snake, her shame is so evident. She is almost frantic. She tries to hide her knife in the top of her dress but it flies out of her hand in her rush. The description of her actions after her reveal give the image of someone so frazzled and surprised into shame and remorse. I like this depiction because I think it is revealing of Pysche's character. She is a woman caught in a very strange situation. She is alone and lonely, and in love with a man she has never seen before. This would be a stressful situation, one in which it would be easy for people to instill fear and doubt within her, and her sisters do just that.

I think the depth of her shame and her remorse of bringing the knife to bed upon seeing her husband is evidence of how vulnerable she was to her sisters' claims, as well as how relieved she must feel to know her husband had been telling her the truth, and trying to protect her against her sisters' lies.

I found it really interesting that she pricked herself with one of Cupid's arrows as well. It was an added element to the story that I did not forsee. Psyche already seemed to be falling in love with Cupid in the dark nights when he came to her. That while she was trying to reconcile her husband's identity with the plot her sisters' had created for her, she pricked her finger and fell more deeply in love with Cupid adds some tragedy to the story.

Cupid had warned her that if she tried to see his face there would be dramatic and serious consequences. Her breaking those rules and then fall uncontrollably further in love with him almost seems a cruel trick, particularly when it is easy to predict what will likely happen next, Cupid's departure.

Storybook Project Topics

Browsing through different storybook topics, I've had a hard time narrowing down ides for my storybook. I know I would like for my storybook to focus on a single group of characters. I want the stories in my storybook to be continuous, like individual excerpts from one big story, but beyond that I'm still looking at a variety of characters from different periods and cultures.

The first topic I have become interested in revolves around the story of Hypermnestra, a Grecian woman, one of 50 sisters fathered by Danaus. There are several parts to her story. Her and her sisters are charged by their father with murdering their husbands on their wedding night and Hypermnestra is the only one who fails to go through with it. Her father tries to have Hypermnestra taken to court and tried for her life, but her life is saved and she is eventually reunited with her husband Lynceus. I don't know many of the details of the story, but I love the bones of it. There are so many different parts to this story: Danaus's plan, Hypermnestra and Lynceus' wedding night and why she chooses not to kill him, Hypermnestra's arrest, Lynceus's plan for revenge, the fate of Hypermnestra, Lynceus, and the rest of the characters. I love the idea of working from the points of view of both Hypermnestra as well as her husband Lynceus. I think it would be cool to learn the story from a mixture of points of view. Hypermnestra's story is told in many different forms by many different authors. There are several versions of the story translated online. Further part of Hypermnestra's story is told in Aeschylus's The Suppliant Women. Geoffrey Chaucer also wrote a prose poem describing the legend of Hypermnestra, which is available online. One part of Hypermnestra's story is told in a letter from Hypermnestra to Lynceus in The Epistles of Ovid. I would love to remake this letter and include a story behind it in my storybook.
Hypermnestra to Lynceus P. Ovidius Naso's The Epistles of Ovid retold in prose by London J. Nunn (1813).


Another set of characters I came across that interested me were those in the Gaelic Fenian cycle of mythology. I particularly liked the characters Diarmuid, Grainne, and Fionn. There are many different stories including Diarmuid and Fionn, but I particularly like the story of The Pursuit of Diarmuid and Grainne. This story outlines the meeting of these three characters. Grainne is betrothed to Fionn, who is older even than her father. She instantly becomes enamored with one of his warriors (Diarmuid) and convinces him to run away with her. This story is also interesting because it is thought to have influenced the story of Tristan and Iseult. Whether I would note that as an interesting point, try to entwine the stories together, or tell them parallel to each other, I'm not sure, but I do think the connection is interesting. Diarmuid was a warrior of the Fianna, part of the Fenian cycle of Irish mythology. There are many different translations of The Pursuit of Diarmuid and Grainne online, as well as many translations of stories from the Fenian cycle of Irish mythology. Many of these stories include characters which are also present in The Pursuit of Diarmuid and Grainne. I would be interested in using the different stories from the Fenian Cycle in order to get ideas for minor characters which may have played a role in the stories of Diarmuid and Grainne.
The Pursuit of Diarmuid and Grainne, Ethna Carbery's In the Celtic Past (1904).


I really love Hector and Andromache from Ancient Greek stories. I like the idea of making a storybook about them, and including stories about them together, as well as stories about Helen of Troy and Paris told from each of their perspectives. After Hector's death, Andromache goes on to live a long life in which she is married to two other men and bears 5 more children. In this storybook I would include stories of Andromache after Hector's death. I would love to include the episode from the Iliad in which Andromache and Hector see each other one last time before battle. I think this story is a beautiful representation of the loyalty and love that was between them, and I think it is an important story in order to understand the motivations, the values, and the dynamics of both Hector, Andromache, and their relationship.
Hector and Andromache, Homer's Iliad retold by Alfred J. Church (1907).

I also love stories of the King Arthur and the knights of the round table. I would love to focus on either King Arthur, Lancelot, Guinevere, and Morgan le Faye, or a combination of those four characters. There are many different accounts of the Arthurian legends, and many different stories within them. One of the stories I would like to include is part of the Lancelot Propre portion of the Vulgate cycle of the Arthurian legends. This story tells of the first kiss of Guinevere and Lancelot. It explains much about how their affair started, and I think it would be a cool story to explore in order to give some insight into the motives and mind of Guinevere particularly, but Lancelot as well. There are so many different tellings of the stories of King Arthur, Lancelot, Guinevere, and the rest of the Arthurian characters. There are several different translations of the French prose Lancelot, as well as many manuscripts in its written French which are available online. The UnTextbook also includes a unit including stories from King Arthur: Tales of the Round Table by Andrew Lang.
The First Kiss, Timeless Myths (Arthurian Legends) Jimmy Joe. (1999).

Week 2 Storytelling: At the Table with Achilles

It was evening and the night was stagnant, almost stifling. The faint acrid smell of burning wood hung in the air and off in the distance a cloud of smoke rose from over the water. Achilles was sitting outside his tent, gently plucking at the strings of a harp and singing softly of heroes of old and their valiant adventures. Patroclus, his dearest friend and right hand man, lounged in the grass near him, staring toward the rising cloud of smoke. The sun had just set and darkness was quickly approaching.

 Achilles, lost in his song and the gentle music of the harp, almost failed to hear the approaching foot steps. Patroclus scrambled hastily to his feet, his sudden energy a contrast to the tightly controlled movements of Achilles as he rose from the stool angling himself toward the oncoming figures.

Odysseus and Phoenix approaching Achilles
(Attic red-figure Hydria circa 480 BCE)

As they came closer, Achilles relaxed some as he recognized the figures to be Ulysses, Ajax, and Phoenix. He called out to them, "Brothers, welcome! Though I am angry with King Agamemnon, you are no less my friends."

After brief greetings, Achilles led the group into his tent while Patroclus set about mixing sweet wine and preparing a meal for the group to eat. Patroclus prepared a sacrifice for the gods, tossing it into the fire before serving the men. They sat around the table, eating and drinking, glad to be in each other's company again. The food was hearty, the wine strong, and the mood light.

As the meal went on, the three guests shifted glances at each other, and the energy in the room began to shift. Finally Phoenix cleared his throat. "Achilles, friend, truly this has been a feast, but there is no longer time to delay."

Achilles shifted in his seat, his body tensing as he directed his stare at his friend.

"The Trojans are gaining ground, they set many of our chariots aflame today, and it is doubtful how long we can hold them from our ships. It is apparent that Zeus is on their side. We are afraid, Achilles."

Achilles was silent, his face an impenetrable mask as Phoenix continued. "Rouse yourself Achilles, hold not yourself from battle any longer. Come back with us, fight again. Hector rages against us, screaming claims of Zeus's favor. He vows to destroy us, our men, our horses, our ships. Do not hold to your anger against Agamemnon so tightly that you will allow all of us to come to ruin."

Achilles looked down at the table, tense and silent, his anger at Agamemnon had not lessened. He had dishonored Achilles, stolen from him his rightful due and insulted him. Achilles could not fight for Agamemnon again, he wouldn't. But yet the Greeks, his brothers, friends, and countrymen were there fighting.

Phoenix began again, "Your father, Peleus, did not he warn you on the day you departed Myrmidones to fight for Agamemnon against the Trojans to stifle your pride and turn away from strife? Did not he charge you with this? And have you not abandoned his warning, abandoned the Greeks even, in your haste to prove a point to Agamemnon?"

Achilles kept his head down and stayed silent, but anger swelled in his heart. How dare Phoenix throw his father's words in his face, attempt to guilt him and shame him into fighting alongside Agamemnon! How dare he accuse him of abandoning the Greeks!

But Phoenix wasn't finished. "Come now, Achilles. You may still repent. The King, Agamemnon, has sent you many gifts, in hopes you will forgive his wrongs and take up arms with him again."

Ulysses interjected then, listing off the many wondrous gifts which Agamemnon had promised to Achilles. Horses and chariots, gold and silver, goblets, wine, lush fabrics, and his daughter for a bride. The gifts to which Agamemnon promised Achilles were boundless, but Achilles hardly heard them, so red with anger was he at the insult that he should repent to Agamemnon.

Shaking in rage, Achilles rose from his chair, looking at each of the men around his table. "We are friends, and thus I will speak to you plainly," he said, his words a crisp staccato of tightly controlled energy. "It angers me that each of you should sit at my table and attempt to coax me. To guilt me and shame me with the words of my father. To belittle the dishonor which Agamemnon has done to me."

The men looked down, chastened by Achilles tone, as he continued. "I have fought countless battles. I have been brave and strong. I have put my life in peril time and time again. And what has it profited me? It has been thankless work. For all I have endured, the King has honored me with insults. He has stolen from me all which I have earned. Do not ask me to fight against the Trojans anymore. There are other men, other soldiers, other chiefs whom Agamemnon has not dishonored as he has me. Let him take counsel with them as to how to keep the ships from burning, how to hold themselves strong against Hector. Let him ask them, for I will not fight another day against the Trojans."

Patroclus looked to his dearest friend, his chief, the man whom he had spent much of his life standing alongside. Never had he seen Achilles so impassioned and angry at men he called friends. He had hoped Achilles would join the Greeks again, but it seemed this would not be so.

Achilles spoke again, his hands pushing into the table as he leaned into his words, "Tomorrow I will take my ships, my men, and those things which the king has not stripped me of, and I shall set sail back to Myrmidones. I want nothing of the gifts Agamemnon has promised to me, and as for the himself, friends, I will say this but once, I shall neither take counsel with Agamemnon nor stand by his side in battle again."

Authors Note: This story is based off of the two part episode "The Essembly to Achilles" from Homer's Iliad (Part 1, Part 2). Up to this point the Greeks have been fighting the Trojans just outside the walls of Troy. The Greeks have come to Troy to take back Helen, the wife of King Agamemnon's brother Menelaus, who has run away with Paris, as son to Priam, the king of Troy. Achilles has been gravely insulted by Agamemnon, who has decided to take back all of the spoils which Achilles had earned on their way to Troy. In response Achilles has taken his men and sailed a brief'distance, leaving the fight against Troy.

In this scene, three Greek chiefs, friends of Achilles, have come to beg on behalf of Agamemnon that Achilles return to the fight. In the story available in the UnTextbook, there is no clear main character. In my version, I wanted to focus mainly on Achilles and his reaction to the words of his friends. I have added more detail, and tried to set a more clear scene than is present in the UnTextbook. Very little emotion is expressed in the original story, so I wanted to explore and animate the emotions and energy that I envisioned being present in the scene when I had read the story. Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoyed it! (also by some miracle my story was exactly 1000 words, whew, haha)

Bibliography: The Iliad retold by Alfred J. Church (1907). Web Source: Mythology and Folklore UN-Textbook

Reading Diary B: Homer's Iliad

Of the latter half of the reading unit Homer's Iliad, I was particularly struck by the Ransoming of Hector. In ancient Grecian culture, burial was a particularly important sacrament. Burial was seen as a basic human right, and the denial of a proper burial for the dead was viewed as a complete lack of respect for human dignity.

Achilles dragging Hector's body by his chariot (Book Illustration)

In this context Achilles treatment of Hector's body was immoral, disgraceful, and an act of complete irreverence for Greek custom. Dishonoring the burial right was seen as a serious offense, and would be likely to anger the gods. The vision created in the story of Achilles strutting around with Hector's body dragging from the back of a chariot is grotesque and directly in contrast to Grecian custom. (The Slaying of Hector- end) It is evidence to me of Achilles pride and also the depth of his rage and grief for his friend Patroclus.

I expected to find that Zeus would be angrier with Achilles than he was, however perhaps the portrayal of Zeus's anger as somewhat mild is a testament to how well loved Achilles was by the gods.

I thought that the scene depicting Priam pleading with Achilles to ransom Hector was particularly moving (The Ransoming of Hector). I think it was particularly interesting that Achilles wept when Priam approached him because it gives him a more human quality. Although it is evident that Achilles dearly loves his slain friend Patroclus, prior to this point he seems to feel no compassion towards anyone else. This scene added depth to Achilles' character by showing that he was capable of compassion and of feeling empathy for even his enemies.

Reading Diary A: Homer's Iliad

I love the reading unit Homer's Iliad so far. Hector is one of my favorite characters from classic Greek literature. He is brave and strong and has such a love for Troy.

Andromache, Hector and their son Astyanax (Apulian red-figure
column crater circa 370-360 BCE)

One of my favorite scenes thus far is from the two part episode Hector and Andromache. Hector says something that reveals how faithful he is that the gods' will will be done no matter what the circumstances. After Andromache begs him to stay back from the fight, Hector says to her "Do not let these things trouble you. No man will be able to kill me, unless it be my fate to die. But fate no one may escape, whether he be a brave man or a coward."

This quote to me is evidence of how honorable and intelligent Hector is, and how trusting he is in the will of the gods. I also like this quote because I think it was a thoughtful way to comfort his wife. I like that he reminds her that fate is inescapable, and so if he is meant to die, he will die, regardless of whether he has taken up battle or hidden behind the walls. As a person of faith, I think it can be comforting to step back and remember that God has a will with which my own cannot compete, and that what will be, will be.

I also really liked the two part episode of the Embassy to Achilles. As a person who avidly hates Agamemnon (read Aeschylus' Agamemnon if you would like to hate him also), I never mind when he doesn't get his way. But also this scene is particularly interesting to me because I think its revealing of the depths of Achilles pride, anger, and stubbornness. I envision this scene being incredibly tense. Achilles is sitting in a room of friends who have come to beg forgiveness in Agamemnon's place. They attempt to guilt him with the words of his father, and ply him with promises of great gifts. I can see Achilles warring with himself over his love for the Greeks and his anger at Agamemnon. Further I think it must be rather enraging for Achilles to have friends try to shame him by arguing, rather bluntly, that he has dishonored and forgotten the pleas of his father Peleus.

Achilles is a very prideful character. He knows himself to be an invaluable warrior, and he regards himself very highly. To pluck at his honor by shaming him with the words of his father was not a great idea for Odysseus. Had they wanted to assuage Achilles anger and persuade him to fight again, it would have been far better to bring words of apology from Agamemnon as well as compliments to his character and his fighting, to make themselves to be desperate without his help. I think it is ultimately the methods they used in order to attempt to bring Achilles back which made him more determined to stay behind.

A Few of My Storybook Favorites

After browsing through the storybooks and reading their introductions, there were several that seemed really interesting, and looking at all of them has made me so excited to start my own Storybook project.

Robin Hood and Maid Marian,
The Book Palace.

My oldest sister MacKenzie graduated with a degree in Classical Culture from OU several years ago, and she took Mythology and Folklore while she was here. She is an awesome writer (and sister), and she occasionally will share with me stories she has started writing. I love getting to read her stories and writing because we share a similar interest in novels, so I immediately looked up her storybook. She did her project over the Tales of Maid Marian and Robin Hood. MacKenzie and I both love a strong and intelligent female character, so I was really excited to find that she had focused her stories on the woman who had captured Robin Hood's heart. She also included an excerpt in her introduction which depicted the initial meeting of Marian and Robin. It was well written and ended with the perfect line, successfully making me want to read all of the stories included in the storybook (and then text her and demand she write a novel immediately).

I also liked Sarah Watson's Girl Power on Mount Olympus. I liked that she focused on the strength of the different goddesses on Mount Olympus. It was fun to have a storybook entirely devoted to strong women. I like that she also chose characters who were all related to each other and explained their connections in the intro. It was interesting background information that made me want to learn even more about the goddesses outside of just the stories she told.

I also really enjoyed Ben Mayer's Fairytales: The Other Side. Exploring fairytales from the point of the antagonist was a pretty creative thing to do. I always think it's interesting to see both sides of a story, and to attempt to find connections with all characters in a story. The introduction was well written and got me excited about reading the revamped fairytales. I also like how he chose to use an investigative journalist as the narrator for the stories. It added a modern element to the stories that was really cool.

Week One: Readings from the UnTextbook

Exploring the UnTextbook was so fun, there are so many different reading units that sound incredibly interesting. It's hard to narrow down which units I am most intrigued by, but I have come up with a working list of units I would be excited to explore.

I like the idea of progressing through the units in a hybrid of chronological and geographical order. To me it could be a sort of time travel adventure where as you are traveling through time you are also traveling through the different civilizations, gaining a picture of the stories and folklore of different cultures while also seeing how older stories impact and relate to the stories told in newer civilizations and cultures.

1. Bible Women (King James Bible). As a Christian woman I find the stories of the women in the Bible remarkable and fascinating. While I am knowledgeable about many of the women in the Bible: Mary, Ruth, Esther, etc. There are still many stories of which I have not studied in depth. Studying the stories of women , their courage and their faith in a time where women were not often regarded in a positive light is both comforting and encouraging to me.

2. Homer's the Iliad (retold by AJ Church). I am a big fan of classical history and literature. I have read many of the great Greek tragedies: Oedipus the King, Medea, Antigone, etc... but I haven't spent much time reading Homer's epic poems. I would love to study the Iliad because of it's focus on Hector who is one of my favorite characters in classical history.

3. Ramayana (as told in Mackenzie's Indian Myth and Legend). This story dates back to the 4th or 5th century BCE. It is an Indian epic poem, and I am very interested in it largely because I know little about Indian history and Hindu stories. Religious stories are very interesting to me because they have such a large impact on culture and reveal much about what characteristics and values that different religions esteem highly.

4. Boccaccio's The Decameron. The Decameron is of particular interest to me because I spent the past summer in Italy studying the Plague and its affects on literature, architecture, and culture. Boccaccio's the Decameron is structured as a series of stories told by several men and women who had fled Florence during the Black Death. I am relatively familiar with Boccaccio but have read only excerpts from his work and would love to read them in their entirety.

Franz Winterhalter's The Decameron, 1837. http://www.paintinghere.org/painting/the_decameron-24710.html

5. Margaret, Queen of Navarre's The Heptameron. I am a self-professed francophile and therefore tend to enjoy anything related to French language, history, culture, and food. The Heptameron would be particularly interesting to study following The Decameron because it was largely inspired by Boccaccio's work. It would be so interesting to see how the stories told by Boccaccio influenced Margaret as well as to see what elements between the Italian and French stories differed and how those differences reflect the differences between Italian and French culture.

6. The Fables of La Fontaine. I have read several of Jean de La Fontaine's fables in their original French, but it has been several years since I have read any of them. What I do remember about Fontaine's poems is how fun they were to read because of their rhymed structure. I would be excited to read the English translations done by W. T. Larned in Fables in Rhyme for Little Folks and Elizur Wright in Fables of La Fontaine and to be able to compare the translations with the original French verses to see how the language translation affects the structure and meaning of the poems.

A depiction of the fable "The Council held by the Rats" by Jean de La Fontaine illustrated by Condre. http://millefabulae.blogspot.com/2010/08/aesop-illustrations-conde.html

Introduction: Diana Gabaldon, Shoes, and Dogs

Hey guys! I’m Madeline Gabe. I’m a senior this year and will be graduating this spring with a degree in Microbiology. I applied to medical school this past fall and have just finished all of my interviews, and I’ll find out in February which schools I’ve gotten into. It’s been such a long process, so I’m glad that it’s almost over, and that i’ll be able to figure out soon where i’m going to go after graduation.

When i’m not obsessing and stressing myself out about medical school though, I like to read. I love fantasy books, and ones that tend to cross genres. I am a giant Harry Potter fan. I reread the series probably once a year or so. I'm trying to convince my mom that it’s absolutely necessary that she funds me a trip to Harry Potter World for graduation (it’s not going well).

A personal photo of my two older sisters,
MacKenzie and Mallorie,and I at the Diana 
Gabaldon book signing. June 2014. 

My favorite author is Diana Gabaldon. She writes the Outlander series. Greatest books you will ever read. Ever. This past summer my sisters and I got to go to a book signing event she held in Dallas. She gave a talk on the series, how she began writing them, how the new tv show of the books became a thing (yes, there is a tv show, and yes, it is the greatest thing to ever happen) and all sorts of other things. We got to meet her and take pictures, and geek out pretty hard. If you haven’t read them, do so immediately. You’re welcome in advance.

If I’m not reading or studying, I am probably online shopping. I have a serious problem. It’s so bad. I have a particular problem with binge buying shoes. I have a collection of close to 50 pairs of shoes, and since Christmas I have bought three new pair. My closet actually looks like the Nordstrom shoe department exploded all over it. Oops.

A personal photo of my dogs, Finn (left)
 and Lacy (right). December 2014.

One last thing… I’m obsessed with my dogs. I’m kind of convinced they are people. They live in Dallas with my sister and her husband, so I don’t get to see them very often during the semester which is ultra depressing because they are the cutest things to ever happen to the world.
I think I've hit the important things, but if you have any questions, feel free to ask! I love to chat, and will probably talk your ear off.

Week 1 Storytelling: Fiddle De Dee, the Fly and the Bee

Fiddle Diddle Dee, the Fly and the Bee

There once was a sweet and beautiful fly named Eleanor. She was the youngest daughter of one of the most important flies in London. When Eleanor had been just a maggot, her mother had been killed by a swarm of bumble bees.

Because of this her father was very protective of his children, particularly his youngest daughter. Unlike the rest of her siblings, Eleanor was never allowed to fly more than a couple of inches from the branch on which they resided, because her father was so fearful she would be hurt. He had even hired guards to ensure that Eleanor was safe and remained close to their home at all times.

Despite her confined life, Eleanor was a very curious fly. One day while her father and her siblings were out, she heard a faint but mysterious humming noise. She took a quick look towards her guard, noting that he had fallen asleep in the shade provided by a patch of leaves, and began to cautiously make her way toward the noise.

“Oh fiddle dee fiddlesticks!” she heard someone exclaim and looked across to the next branch to see a giant fly looking around in all directions.

Taking a deep breath and saying a quick prayer that her guard wouldn't wake up and find her missing, Eleanor took off and flew to the next branch landing a short distance from the mysterious thing.

“Bzzzz,” she said tentatively, “Excuse me, Is everything okay?”

The thing turned toward her and Eleanor was able to get a good look. It was quite large compared to her, yellow and black striped with wings similar to hers but much larger. Goodness gracious! It was a bumble bee! Flashes of warnings about the terrible and savage creatures had Eleanor backing away apprehensively frantically looking for a place to escape the bee’s sight.

Just as Eleanor was about to make her escape the bee called to her, “Wait, Please don’t go! I won’t hurt you.”

Eleanor stopped and turned back toward the bee. “Who are you? What do you want?” she questioned.

“I’m Franklin. My hive was destroyed today while I was out. When I came back everyone was gone. My queen, my dad, everyone. I’m all alone, I’ve never been all alone before,” he said.

The desperate look on his face tugged at Eleanor’s heart strings and so she settled down to keep the bee company. Eleanor had never had a real friend before, outside of her siblings at least. She found herself telling Franklin all about her life and her family, wishing he could come back to her branch with her to keep her company. After a while though Eleanor remembered where she was.

“Oh no! I’ve got to get back to my branch! If my guard has woken up and finds me missing, I’ll probably get chained to a leaf for the rest of my life! Let’s meet tomorrow? Same time?” Eleanor waited for Franklin to agree before zooming back to her branch. She landed, out of breath and flustered, just as her guard was waking up. Whew! That was close!

Over the next week, Franklin and Eleanor met up as often as they could. Franklin was all she could think about. He was shy and funny, nothing like the bees her father had warned her about. She was so caught up in her new friendship, that she almost missed when her father tell her that he had decided she was to be married, and soon.

“I have found a suitable match for you, Eleanor. He is strong and quick, and lives on a large branch with many servants and guards who will keep you safe.”

Ripped from her daydream, Eleanor stuttered, “Wh-what? Suitable match? What are you even talking about? Have you been drinking fermented nectar again, I’m not marrying some random fly!”

“Eleanor, you will do as I say, and you will do it without complaint,” her father turned around, dismissing her. “The wedding will be held in two days time.”

Eleanor was in a panic. She paced and buzzed around for hours, unable to fathom what was happening. She had to get away. She couldn’t live like this anymore! She was not going to be handed off to another fly and live the rest of her life confined to a branch. She wanted love, adventure, freedom!

She began devising a plan. Tomorrow morning while her father and siblings were away, she would escape her guard to see Franklin. They would run away together, maybe if they got enough of a head start her father would never find her.

The next morning she could hardly stand still while she waited for Franklin to meet her in their usual spot. When he finally got there she could hardly get the words out fast enough.

“Franklin! We have to get out of here! My father has demanded that I marry some fly he’s chosen in two days! We have to run away! Quick, let’s go!”

“Wait, Ellie, what? Now hold on. There might be a way around this. You don’t have to leave your family behind forever,” he reasoned.

“What do you mean?” Eleanor asked, blushing over the nickname he had given her.

“We could get married instead. If you’re already married to someone, your father won’t be able to make you marry that fly. Ya know, if you wouldn’t mind marrying me,” he looked away shyly, unable to make eye contact with her.

Eleanor was shocked, but more than a little thrilled. Spending time with Franklin was the best part of her day. She hesitated for a second before breaking into a smile, “Well what are we waiting for?”

Eleanor and Franklin flew off to the nearest church the could find, giddy in their nervous excitement. They paused outside of the church, linked their limbs and smiled at each other before walking in and saying their vows.

Authors note: The story was based off of this nursery rhyme:

FIDDLE-DE-DEE, fiddle-de-dee, 

The fly shall marry the humble-bee.

They went to the church, and married was she:

The fly has married the humble-bee.

I got the idea for the story in imagining why a fly and a bumble bee would ever meet, and what circumstances would cause them to be married.

Bibliography: The Nursery Rhyme Book, edited by Andrew Lang and illustrated by L. Leslie Brooke (1897). http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/26197?msg=welcome_stranger

Image information: This image depicting the wedding of a fly and a bumble bee was created by Zach Bellissimo and posted in 2007 on deviantart. http://seizuredemon.deviantart.com/art/A-Fly-marrying-a-Bumble-Bee-65880641

Arezzo: My Very Very Favorite Place

This past summer I had the incredible opportunity to study abroad in Arezzo, Italy. I remember before arriving in Italy I had been so excited for the big name cities... Rome, Florence, Naples/Pompeii... and true to my expectations, those places did not disappoint. They were lively and beautiful, steeped in history. What I did not expect was to fall so completely in love with Arezzo, a small city in Tuscany which I had hardly heard about.

Personal photo from my apartment window in Arezzo, July 2014.

Arezzo is a sleepy town in some ways. There are always people on the streets, hanging out in the piazzas, sharing wine on the patio, however there is still a slowness to everything. No one is in a rush, there isn't the same hustle and bustle as there is in Rome and in Florence.

Arezzo sits on a hill and its ancient walls still exist around much of the city. It's a charming mix of old and new. One of my favorite places within in Arezzo was the park that sits directly on the top of the hill and looks out over the wineries, houses, and scenery that sits just beyond the old city walls. There is a drink stand at the top of the hill where you can buy beverages of all sorts. After class my friends and I would climb the rest of the hill and share a bottle of wine while we did our homework or just sat and talked. 

Personal photo taken at the park on top of the hill in Arezzo, July 2014.

Another thing that made me fall so in love with Arezzo were the constant city wide activities. Throughout the summer Arezzo will divide its city into four different neighborhoods. Those neighborhoods compete against each other in medieval contests like jousting. All throughout the city you will see the flags of each neighborhood hanging from the buildings. At night the piazzas would be filled with people, stages were set up in front of the fountains and free concerts were held. One night in the middle of a concert I was able to participate in a lantern festival. It was straight out of Tangled. Nothing can quite compare to the feeling of sitting with friends in my favorite piazza, listening to beautiful music and watching hundreds of colorful lanterns float across the sky. It was the most magical thing I have ever seen.

Personal photo of the lantern festival in Arezzo, July 2014.

I cannot wait until I have another opportunity to go back to this place. It was absolutely the most exceptional and magical experience of my life.